“You’re clean, and so am I. And it’s not risking pregnancy,” she says, and then—sensing my weakness— “Teach me how it can feel good, Sean. Please.”
Fuck. I can’t refuse the teacher game and she knows it. I curl over her body, defeated, my willpower melted away like a snowflake on a tongue.
“Okay,” I mumble into the delicate bird-wing of her shoulder blade. “But you have to let me do it the way it needs to be done.”
“As long as you hurry up,” she says, wiggling against me. f**k.
It takes me less than a minute to source a mostly full bottle of vegetable oil—I’m very motivated—and then I’m covering Zenny’s body once again with my own. “Are you sure about this?” I say, kissing her ear. “Very, very sure?”
“Very, very,” she says impatiently. “Why is it when I want to speed up, you
